"Child, you shall only listen to me. If you behave, maybe I'll give you a reward. But if you misbehave.. You shall receive a punishment."
The child looks up to the person. It was his one and only mother. He didn't call her mom though. Only caretaker. As long as he didn't misbehave, he wouldn't be locked in the attic. So he did as he was told.
"Do this, do that. Do better, work until you pass out. Useless child, why can't you do something usefull?!"
Didn't matter what his caretaker said to him, he did as he was told.
But everything had to be perfect so when he did something wrong he'd end up being pushed into the dark attic. It was scary. He's used to it now though.
The boy would cry and bang on the door to be let out but it never would work so he just stayed quite. Just like now.
There was always a werid picture there and it would just stare. The boy would stare at the photo until he passed out.
The picture was his late father. He died in a building. Worked a important job. But what caused his death was the person who started the fire. The boy knows who did it. Because he saw her do it. That's why he never fought back. Afraid he'd be next too.
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